The CEO's Cruel Comeback
Lester' s apartment for five hours, begging him not to leave me. He
ocelyn. We're from
disappeared from my life, leaving me to
s later, the ro
ties, a name that makes men twice my age
raper, in the same freezing wind, looking up
ght, walks in, his expr
ng downstairs. It's been five hours. T
p from the rep
him w
nd cut through my thin coat that night, the way my tears
ve hours, I pick
send h
years have been hard on him. He's thinner, his shoulders are slumped, and his eyes carry the heav
f the old Ethan in his eyes
ive minutes. Please, ju
hable power. I let the silence stretch, watching him s
e naive,
s. He recogni
ing you anot
miliar pain. It gives me a bitter, hollow satisfaction. T
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